A moment later, Chen Qiu picked up the cloak on the table that could shield one's Divine Sense and draped it over his head, his expression showing a hint of resignation as he walked out of the inn, "I'll go for a stroll."
He had started to consider giving up on the aspiration for a tenth-grade or even a twelfth-grade Nascent Soul.
There was no other way.
The conditions were too harsh. The requirement for a Divinity Transformation Body had effectively blocked his path. From the current perspective, a third-grade Nascent Soul seemed to be his limit, and he had no intention of waiting for the path of the Heavenly Prides.
Having Golden Core Cultivation on the Xuantian Continent felt too insecure.
It was better to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage as soon as possible.
